Amy Film Poster

Walking out of "Amy", a documentary from director Asif Kapadia, is a troublesome experience. It's one of sorrow, with the undeniable knowledge that your faith in humanity has been knocked.

We all think we know who Amy Winehouse was. The jazz singer, whose troubled media persona overshadowed her undeniable talent. That's how she was portrayed by the headlines anyway. A squandered talent, a reckless individual.

The reality, as uncovered by the two hour documentary made up of home videos and archived interview/television footage was quite different. Amy Winehouse was an artist unprepared for the insatiable celebrity culture which was enforced upon her. An immensely talented songwriter and lyricist, it's made clear multiple times that making music is the only thing she wanted to do, being famous was not part of the plan.

It has to be said that a number of people in Amy's life do not come out of the documentary at all well. Her father Mitch Winehouse recently distanced himself from the project having said that the film makers “are trying to portray me in the worst possible light” and once you've seen the documentary, it's hard to disagree with him. Her one time husband Blake Fielder-Civil is also a made out to be a villain of the piece...for legitimate reasons it must be said.



But this documentary was not an inquest into who was to blame. In truth, it's made clear that an amalgamation of fame, stress, drugs, alcohol, pressure and god knows what else all played apart in Amy's tragic and untimely demise.

It's a difficult watch, but a rewarding one. It condemns our culture of laughing down at those in trouble and questions the way we treat our celebrities. The mainstream media is slapped down and the paparazzi is exposed as...well the paparazzi.

Most importantly this documentary reminds us of the talent which Amy Winehouse possessed. It makes you revisit her albums and the documentaries emphasis on her lyrics really makes you appreciate the craftsmanship behind the songs. So what more appropriate way to end a blog post than to admire some of her best lyrics.

Back to black 

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...

I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to...
I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black


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